Yan Luoxi felt entirely weak and feeble; every breath caused pain in her trachea and throat. She didn't want to talk, so she closed her eyes again and turned away, her back facing Li Yeqi.
Li Yeqi frowned; her resistance was so clear, how could he not see it?
He leaned in close, "Does it hurt to talk because of your throat? Then I'll wait until you're better to listen to you, okay?"
His gentle voice caressed her ear, filled with deep fondness. Yan Luoxi's eyes brimmed with tears as waves of grievance overwhelmed her.
She didn't cry when La Zhuangzhuang bumped her into the lake and she almost drowned, nor did she cry when she woke up to see him holding La Zhuangzhuang. But now, she couldn't stop the heartache.
Her tears fell abruptly and unexpectedly.
Sadness, sorrow, and feelings of resentment surged together. Her tears fell faster, her eyes tightly shut, as she wept soundlessly.
